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[OPEN] Born in the arms of imaginary friends

Megaera the Sunspear Posts: 306
Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine
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Each step they took away from the battle behind them helped to calm Meg’s mind. She still faught the outrageous burning on her back and her wing but her focus sharpened as her fury ebbed. Every so often she would glance behind, but she had to trust that Einarr would be victorious and not allow the deranged mother to pursue the child. She murmured encouragements and they moved; to the filly, to Gwaihir, to Rhoa, and each one was partially for herself. She had followed from the Throat expecting a fight but this was another kind of task entirely, and though she might be out of her depth, the warrior was determined to succeed.

They reached the water’s edge and before she could order him to fetch help, Rhoa seemed to verge on panic and was in the sky towards home “Calm but quick, and get a healer!” She tried to call after him but he was already on his way.

As there was no question that she would leave the filly’s side, Meg could do nothing but wait for help to come. She looked down at the little black thing, and for the first time had a moment to truly take in the horror of the situation she had crashed into. The tiny thing was covered in dirt and grime and had so obviously just come into the world. What a rude awakening... she thought, feeling her heart turn over with sympathy. Moving on instinct, the mare reached out to the child, extending the wing free of burns to pull her close and protect her from the harsh sun. Her scarred nose reached out for the little black on in an attempt at a comforting nuzzle. Meg started with the child’s face, broad tongue sweeping away the filth, and continued the attention until she heard a familiar voice.

Gaucho! She nearly sighed with relief and immediately moved to obey the order. Another nudge for the filly urging her towards where the sultan stood at the bridge. “Come on, little one, almost there” she murmured, and then stood ready for their flight.
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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Born in the arms of imaginary friends - by Rhoa - 02-24-2015, 11:38 PM
RE: Born in the arms of imaginary friends - by Megaera - 02-25-2015, 12:42 AM

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